The flight arrived at Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport at a quarter past midnight, although the passengers were not allowed to step out of the cabin until 20 minutes later. Cay was nearly half-asleep by the time the extendible wheels made contact with the airstrip, Judas had been in his slightly flushed state of anxiety up until then. They got off as soon as it was their queue, avoiding anymore congestion for the passengers behind them; A patient-looking old Italian stood up but did not move for a good few seconds, that allowed them to leave quickly.
One of the benefits of travelling as a non-EU citizen was that Cay did not need to participate in the long waiting line, which was where Judas had been. They found a cornered space to rest for the night just outside of the arrival lounge, all the while updating their friends and families about their safe arrival on unfamiliar grounds.
“I smoked fairly lot before we started this.”
“Why is that?” Judas asked, half-heartedly.
“Have you ever had times where you just need heavy substances to...numb certain pains?”
“Such as?”
“Just the ones you never imagined before. Because they were the ones that hurt the most.”
Judas did not know how to pursue the conversation any further, partly because he thought it would be best not to be inquisitive, which was how he has been since childhood. Strangely, he did not have a strong urge to do so with Cay.
The abruptly concluded conversation did not seem to affect the two much as later they went on discussing about several topics, particularly regarding the dangers of travelling around Europe. Cay has always been fascinated about topics that few people would consider positive, or worth discussing about. They went on until both quickly fell asleep as fatigue settled in, uninterruptable even under the presence of the industrial ceiling lights.
Cay woke up as soon as there was natural light, just like a cock acting as a wake-up call to farmers within audible proximity, and went to nudge Judas awake. They took the 8 a.m. shuttle bus to the central station (Cay considered about walking from the airport before Judas showed him the hours required to reach there). The bus took them right to the opposite of their hostel, which was on one of the floors within the numerous merged buildings (“The Wall” as Judas put it). They were only allowed to leave their baggage for safekeeping as the check-in time would not be due in another 6 hours.
Cay suggested that they visit the Villa Borghese Gardens before the sun would be at its’ peak, stating that a morning stroll was the best way to syart the rest of the day. They had latte and a single Pan au chocolat each (it’s British nonsense, Cay said as he finished his meal). After a few minutes passed, the caffeine regained their integrity and they started journeying to the garden, which was highly-regarded by the aggregated social media groups.
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Cay loves smart woman. The statement was no doubt about it, he also craves for sensual pleasure.
The first one was a flop, as both were not mature enough to understand the importance to have both an intelligent mind and the enjoyment sex (not the risky one). If none could understand the deep meaning of biological survivability, then everyone should not deserve art and babies.
To understand art was to enjoy sex, vice versa. As apparent as the thinnest papers produced by the modern world, Cay denied having sex with his first girlfriend, she never minded anyway. They soon broke up because he thought she was a half-wit --- an unworthy partner; An uncalculated risky investment.
His second was a devoted Christian, like a nun with a secret imagination for sensuality. Untouched by any male besides the ones who brought her up. She was smart in her own way, which was to Cay’s delight, a creature that might bring him the pleasure he has always pleaded for, secretly.
Unfortunately, expectations were always wholly better than reality. If whole could be measured, it would be the distance from nothing to something actually happening. But that would have been too easy for Cay, if he had chosen any other women.
Her name was Qun, a Malaysian-born Chinese with a bit of native blood from Borneo. She attended public schools that were poorly-funded and ill-regulated by the Ministry of Education, which made her even more alluring to Cay. Just like in a Chinese proverb “I love only the lotus for rising from the mud but is not stained.” by famous poet Zhou Dun Yi during China’s North-Song Dynasty. With the mindset of a romantic poet, Cay wanted her badly.
Qun’s certain smartness was that she could see through a person’s soul, even if that person was buried beneath the deepest part where only current technology could dig into. Her elegance was of a swan, albeit the constant sweating from daily volleyball practice; her intelligence could not be measured with an IQ test, although she knew everything what Cay was about to say.
Cay’s romanticizing of Qun was beyond imagination, as well as his craving for her was astounding. He was crazy about her.
But Qun was as mentioned: a nun with her own inhibited sensual desire. And Cay was never known for his good temperament when it came to wait. The result was that the two had to leave each other, with one feeling undesired and another feeling unsatisfied.
The first girl and Qun have always been strange creatures to Cay. How could they have pried into my secrets when not a single soul knew about? How could they have left me, a man, undesired and dumbfounded?
These females used to be his, now they’ve been grounded into meaningless dust in Cay’s mind. He was angry, and he have been more careful ever since, at least until the next one came and failed him once again.
Surely Jenna could have been the one to give him more than what the two together had ever provided?
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